It was the end of the year. Heavenly Path Academy's many students had each returned to their hometowns, leaving only a few behind to continue their arduous cultivation.
Deep within Heavenly Path Academy lay the Blue Silver Forest.
Ye Wen looked up at the sky and sighed softly, setting down the Soul Guiding Array he had been engraving.
"You're releasing Divine Power fluctuations so openly. Are you afraid I won't know you've come?"
Having observed Tang Wulin since he was young, Ye Wen knew that Tang Wulin was nothing like Tang San. He carried himself with the arrogance of a spoiled rich young master and had fully inherited his mother Xiao Wu's unruly temperament from her youth. Especially when he held the advantage in strength, he was prone to losing himself in it.
Ye Wen did not look down on Tang Wulin for that.
After all, doing whatever one pleased was the privilege of the strong. If Ye Wen had had a Titled Douluo father when he was young, he would have been just as full of himself.
But the most urgent matter now was to evacuate everyone else from Heavenly Path Academy.
Even the aftershocks of a god war were more than Titled Douluo could withstand.
Although Heavenly Path Academy was merely an academy, a vast complex of buildings had already been constructed around it. Evacuating all the civilians in such a short time was indeed no easy task.
"Nannan, please evacuate the crowd." Leaving those words behind, Ye Wen shot directly into the sky.
An immense burst of Divine Power erupted at that moment, as though issuing a challenge to enemies far away.
Among Ye Wen's disciples, only two had yet to obtain godhood: Jiang Nannan and Ju Zi. Neither had possessed exceptional talent to begin with; their